Measuring Up and Down
By DikeMent
Black sun, Meet the asteroid. You were meant to be destroyed. False intentions were the game, You were lied to just the same. How does it feel? Tell me how it feels. I feel that way. A stone, Carved for keeping. But tossed out so freely. Anger is rising, Souls start to die and, How does it feel? Tell me how it feels. I feel that way. Take this and rape it and claw it and hate it, I deserve something a little better now, don't I? Observe and decide its amounts to suicide, Don't I deserve something better now, don't I? Remorse is a dead trend, don't get caught up in its fashion. This escapes me and becomes my better half. I feel ugly underneath these clothes. I exert no pressure, As I hurt those around me. Remorse is a dead trend, don't get caught up in its fashion. Written April 15th, 2002 © on Apr 15 2002 03:52 PM PST 20 • 0 • 1
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"Black sun,..."